Fic: I Hate the Dentist (Kurt/Finn) PG-13 (3/?)
Title: I Hate the Dentist
Author: hyperemmalawlz
Fandom: Glee
Chapter: 3/? - "Report, Remember, Rethink"
Characters/Pairing: Kurt, Finn, ensemble.
Word Count: 1094
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kurt Hummel isn't stupid. When the straight love of his life is drunk enough to sleep with him at a party, he's not going to stick around for the fallout. However, maybe he is stupid, because running away has consequences.
Spoilers: Up to 1x22, "Journey," to be safe.
Warnings: Swearing, talk of rape and sex (and I guess, sort of, pseudo-step-incest).
Author's Notes: Written for the glee_angst_meme, the prompt: "Finn gets his drink spiked at a party and wakes up naked and alone in a bed in the host's house, with no memories of the night before. When word gets out, someone starts a rumor that it was Kurt who drugged Finn so he could sleep with him and Kurt's life is subsequently made a living hell. I mean hardcore threats, violence, that sort of thing. But Kurt feels powerless to do anything because - even though he wasn't aware Finn was drugged - they had slept together. I don't care about resolution but I'd one to confront the other about it." Speaking of the prompt, I can't actually find it on the meme right now, to alert the prompter I updated - anyone know where it went? Title is inspired by Veronica Mars.
3: Report, Remember, Rethink
Tina is the first one to talk after that.
“We should take you to the hospital.”
Finn's eyes go wide, wearing that deer-in-the-headlights expression she expected. “I... I don't want to,” he says, sounding so broken and scared, and she's never felt like a bigger piece of shit in her life. All she wants to run away, curl up in a ball and let him do whatever.
No. She may not have been who he wanted to tell, but she knows now, and she is not going to let him down. Yes, it will be awkward and uncomfortable, but he needs to be medically checked out.
“I know,” she says. “I'm not going to lie, it'll suck... But we have no idea who this guy is or what he could be carrying, or how he did this in the first place. We need to see that you're okay, and... if you decide to report it, now is when all the physical evidence is still on your body. If we wait, our chances of getting a conviction...”
Puck gives her an odd look. She blushes. “I watch a lot of CSI,” she mumbles.
“I don't wanna... report it...” Finn says, looking away. Tina sighs.
“Okay,” she says. “But you might want to later. Either way, we still need to find out if you're physically healthy. It sucks, but...”
Puck shrugs. “She's making sense to me, man. Come on, I don't think we've got most of a choice.”
“Will they tell my mom?”
Oh, ow, what was that? Oh yeah, it was my heart breaking, thinks Tina. “I... I guess you're under eighteen; they might have to,” she says, not missing how obviously Finn flinches. “I'll call Kurt, get them to come. Better they hear from me and him, than just some doctor calling them.”
It strikes her how fucking clinical she sounds - she's surprised neither Finn or Puck has punched her in the face yet. In fact, they look at her as if they agree.
“...Okay,” Finn says. His voice is small and broken, and she just aches for him. Puck shrugs.
“Okay then. Guess we have to get you into the car.”
They stand up, Finn still sort of leaning on Puck for support.
*
A bit under an hour later, Kurt's phone rings. The caller ID reads Tina in very clear letters.
“What is it, Tina?” Kurt snaps into the phone. Normally he wouldn't be this mean - especially not to Tina, who is one of his best friends - but he's really upset today. He hopes she can't tell by his voice that he's been crying.
“Kurt... Kurt, something bad happened. I'm at the hospital.”
Kurt immediately snaps out of self-pity mode. “Oh god, Tina, are you okay? What happened? Should I come-“
“Kurt it wasn't me,” she cuts him off. “I'm here with Finn and Puck. It's Finn, he's... in trouble.”
Kurt's stomach starts to sink. “Trouble? What kind of trouble?”
Tina pauses on the phone. “Kurt... Oh, Kurt; Finn was... Finn was raped.”
No. No.
Kurt sits there for a few seconds, trying desperately to comprehend what she just said, before he echoes his denials out loud. “No, no, that didn't... I mean...” and no, it can't be true. He didn't do anything wrong! Finn was the one who started things; possibly not for good reasons, and not in the most sober state of mind, but there was no way...
“I know, I know,” says Tina on the other side of the line, her voice sounding as if she's trying not to cry. “It's awful, and horrible, and I barely believe it... He doesn't remember a thing. The doctors are testing blood samples now; we think he was drugged with something... Oh god, get your family here, okay? We thought the hospital would call them, because of him being underage, and... we couldn't let you find out like that, we just couldn't. He really needs you all here... We really need you all here. Kurt, please hurry.”
Kurt only half-listens past that vital information: He doesn't remember a thing. “Yeah. Of course,” he manages to say, those tears brimming in his eyes and fucking up his throat again. “Take care, Tina, tell him... We'll be there soon.”
He hangs up, and buries his head in his hands. He wants to cry. He wants to break down and bawl, bury himself in his bed never ever get up again. But he doesn't do that, because as Tina said: Finn, and she, and even Puck need him. With his stomach doing flip-flops, he goes back upstairs to where Burt and Carole are sitting and laughing, to share the news.
“Dad? Carole?”
They can immediately tell by his voice that something's wrong. “Kurt, what is it?” Carole asks, her voice concerned. “What's going on?”
“It... It's Finn. We need to get to the hospital. Something bad happened.”
*
When they arrive, Tina immediately leaps into Kurt's arms and almost smothers him with a hug. “Oh god, Kurt,” she says, “I'm so glad you're here,” she says. His gut just about explodes with guilt, rendering him incapable for a few seconds of remembering it would be considered courteous to hug her back. He does so, but doesn't talk. He told Burt and Carole what was going on - what Tina had told him had happened to Finn - on the drive here, but he couldn't bring himself to say what had really happened, with him and Finn. He just... couldn't.
Once Tina pulls back, Puck acknowledges him with a nod. “Hummel,” he says, and it's the most respectful greeting Kurt's ever gotten from him. “Mr. Hummel. Carole.”
“Hi Noah,” Carole says, smiling sadly. “Kurt told us... what happened to Finn. Is it...”
“True? Yeah. We're hardly gonna lie about this,” Puck says, and Carole looks like she might cry.
“My poor boy,” Carole says. Kurt debates how easy it would be to kill himself where he stands with nothing but the clothes he wears - it doesn't sound simple.
“You should go see him,” says Tina. “They won't let us in; we're not family, but... he shouldn't be alone right now.”
Burt and Carole nod, looking towards Finn's hospital room. Kurt swallows, and starts preparing himself for the fallout.
Author: hyperemmalawlz
Fandom: Glee
Chapter: 3/? - "Report, Remember, Rethink"
Characters/Pairing: Kurt, Finn, ensemble.
Word Count: 1094
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kurt Hummel isn't stupid. When the straight love of his life is drunk enough to sleep with him at a party, he's not going to stick around for the fallout. However, maybe he is stupid, because running away has consequences.
Spoilers: Up to 1x22, "Journey," to be safe.
Warnings: Swearing, talk of rape and sex (and I guess, sort of, pseudo-step-incest).
Author's Notes: Written for the glee_angst_meme, the prompt: "Finn gets his drink spiked at a party and wakes up naked and alone in a bed in the host's house, with no memories of the night before. When word gets out, someone starts a rumor that it was Kurt who drugged Finn so he could sleep with him and Kurt's life is subsequently made a living hell. I mean hardcore threats, violence, that sort of thing. But Kurt feels powerless to do anything because - even though he wasn't aware Finn was drugged - they had slept together. I don't care about resolution but I'd one to confront the other about it." Speaking of the prompt, I can't actually find it on the meme right now, to alert the prompter I updated - anyone know where it went? Title is inspired by Veronica Mars.
3: Report, Remember, Rethink
Tina is the first one to talk after that.
“We should take you to the hospital.”
Finn's eyes go wide, wearing that deer-in-the-headlights expression she expected. “I... I don't want to,” he says, sounding so broken and scared, and she's never felt like a bigger piece of shit in her life. All she wants to run away, curl up in a ball and let him do whatever.
No. She may not have been who he wanted to tell, but she knows now, and she is not going to let him down. Yes, it will be awkward and uncomfortable, but he needs to be medically checked out.
“I know,” she says. “I'm not going to lie, it'll suck... But we have no idea who this guy is or what he could be carrying, or how he did this in the first place. We need to see that you're okay, and... if you decide to report it, now is when all the physical evidence is still on your body. If we wait, our chances of getting a conviction...”
Puck gives her an odd look. She blushes. “I watch a lot of CSI,” she mumbles.
“I don't wanna... report it...” Finn says, looking away. Tina sighs.
“Okay,” she says. “But you might want to later. Either way, we still need to find out if you're physically healthy. It sucks, but...”
Puck shrugs. “She's making sense to me, man. Come on, I don't think we've got most of a choice.”
“Will they tell my mom?”
Oh, ow, what was that? Oh yeah, it was my heart breaking, thinks Tina. “I... I guess you're under eighteen; they might have to,” she says, not missing how obviously Finn flinches. “I'll call Kurt, get them to come. Better they hear from me and him, than just some doctor calling them.”
It strikes her how fucking clinical she sounds - she's surprised neither Finn or Puck has punched her in the face yet. In fact, they look at her as if they agree.
“...Okay,” Finn says. His voice is small and broken, and she just aches for him. Puck shrugs.
“Okay then. Guess we have to get you into the car.”
They stand up, Finn still sort of leaning on Puck for support.
*
A bit under an hour later, Kurt's phone rings. The caller ID reads Tina in very clear letters.
“What is it, Tina?” Kurt snaps into the phone. Normally he wouldn't be this mean - especially not to Tina, who is one of his best friends - but he's really upset today. He hopes she can't tell by his voice that he's been crying.
“Kurt... Kurt, something bad happened. I'm at the hospital.”
Kurt immediately snaps out of self-pity mode. “Oh god, Tina, are you okay? What happened? Should I come-“
“Kurt it wasn't me,” she cuts him off. “I'm here with Finn and Puck. It's Finn, he's... in trouble.”
Kurt's stomach starts to sink. “Trouble? What kind of trouble?”
Tina pauses on the phone. “Kurt... Oh, Kurt; Finn was... Finn was raped.”
No. No.
Kurt sits there for a few seconds, trying desperately to comprehend what she just said, before he echoes his denials out loud. “No, no, that didn't... I mean...” and no, it can't be true. He didn't do anything wrong! Finn was the one who started things; possibly not for good reasons, and not in the most sober state of mind, but there was no way...
“I know, I know,” says Tina on the other side of the line, her voice sounding as if she's trying not to cry. “It's awful, and horrible, and I barely believe it... He doesn't remember a thing. The doctors are testing blood samples now; we think he was drugged with something... Oh god, get your family here, okay? We thought the hospital would call them, because of him being underage, and... we couldn't let you find out like that, we just couldn't. He really needs you all here... We really need you all here. Kurt, please hurry.”
Kurt only half-listens past that vital information: He doesn't remember a thing. “Yeah. Of course,” he manages to say, those tears brimming in his eyes and fucking up his throat again. “Take care, Tina, tell him... We'll be there soon.”
He hangs up, and buries his head in his hands. He wants to cry. He wants to break down and bawl, bury himself in his bed never ever get up again. But he doesn't do that, because as Tina said: Finn, and she, and even Puck need him. With his stomach doing flip-flops, he goes back upstairs to where Burt and Carole are sitting and laughing, to share the news.
“Dad? Carole?”
They can immediately tell by his voice that something's wrong. “Kurt, what is it?” Carole asks, her voice concerned. “What's going on?”
“It... It's Finn. We need to get to the hospital. Something bad happened.”
*
When they arrive, Tina immediately leaps into Kurt's arms and almost smothers him with a hug. “Oh god, Kurt,” she says, “I'm so glad you're here,” she says. His gut just about explodes with guilt, rendering him incapable for a few seconds of remembering it would be considered courteous to hug her back. He does so, but doesn't talk. He told Burt and Carole what was going on - what Tina had told him had happened to Finn - on the drive here, but he couldn't bring himself to say what had really happened, with him and Finn. He just... couldn't.
Once Tina pulls back, Puck acknowledges him with a nod. “Hummel,” he says, and it's the most respectful greeting Kurt's ever gotten from him. “Mr. Hummel. Carole.”
“Hi Noah,” Carole says, smiling sadly. “Kurt told us... what happened to Finn. Is it...”
“True? Yeah. We're hardly gonna lie about this,” Puck says, and Carole looks like she might cry.
“My poor boy,” Carole says. Kurt debates how easy it would be to kill himself where he stands with nothing but the clothes he wears - it doesn't sound simple.
“You should go see him,” says Tina. “They won't let us in; we're not family, but... he shouldn't be alone right now.”
Burt and Carole nod, looking towards Finn's hospital room. Kurt swallows, and starts preparing himself for the fallout.